Coming in September, my high school class will have it's 45th Class Reunion.  That high school Class of 1965.  We were to proud to be the Pueblo Central Wildcats!  We were pretty cocky as Wildcats but was a life time ago. Having gone to the 40th reunion held in Las Vegas, I found myself surronded by people I didn't recognized until I heard their names.  I figured I wasn't recognizable myself but I hadn't changed except I was in a wheel chair.  I wasn't used to to it I couldn't operate it much.  I told myself as soon as I get home, I will get back to normal and continued reliving the extended weekend and saying that was good and I'll do it again.

"Again" is here and I will not be going back to a reunion.  Five years took a turn on me and I can't get back to feeling good enough to go.  I have done a lot of growing up and accepting losses of friends, pets and family. I am very happy with my having continued success in marriage.  It's not been a piece of cake but mom never told me it would be. My life is one of existence and I am a successful knowing I am feeling better than ever.  I spend a lot of time on my computer and that's good.